A 5:30 AM trip to Great Salt Bay made us realize that the nesting part of summer may be coming to an end. Red-winged Blackbirds were few and far between, warblers while still plentiful are now in different locations, and the Bobolinks were completely gone.
Around 7:00, the high grass suddenly came alive with juvenile Bobolinks and Ingrid and I were amazed at the numerous foraging flocks that appeared. Bobolink young leave their nests before they can fly, and hide in the high grass until their flight feathers come in . . . they have clearly come in.
On the way back to the car we saw this Common Yellowthroat dunk himself into the pond and then preen his feathers in the sun.
Oh yeah, a Indigo Bunting put on a show or us.